As he stared at the line of bloody words refracted along with the light before him, Mo Jialin began to regret it.
He did not regret what he had done. He regretted not thinking one step further, not asking one more question.
Back then, the Mysterious Person had offered him a deal he could not refuse.
It consisted solely of teaching him how to maneuver, scheme, and negotiate his way around the Judgment Ghost.
At first, Mo Jialin had agreed not because he trusted the other party. He did not even know who that person was.
He simply knew full well that neither his intelligence nor his courage was enough to deal with such a terrifying ghost.
His agreement had been more of a helpless compromise.
Yet the way things unfolded afterward far exceeded anything he had imagined.
Every incident, every detail, every method—he carried them all out according to the plans the Mysterious Person gave him, only to discover that this person's schemes seemed to share an innate understanding with the Judgment Ghost.
It was as though the Mysterious Person's plans and the Judgment Ghost's demands fit together perfectly, complementing one another to create a meticulous yet cruel horror game.
Within it, Mo Jialin served as nothing more than a tool.
There was nothing bad about that. It was the luckiest outcome he could have hoped for.
He could abandon all thought, leave everything to them, and completely avoid the chilling punishments inflicted on He Qing, Zhai Ziyu, Meng Jiping... and the others.
And so, he began willingly serving as the Judgment Ghost's tool, becoming one of the "designers" of the judgment game.
He had even personally carried He Qing, Zhai Ziyu, and the others into their respective rooms on his back.
As mentioned before, Mo Jialin was extremely